EClare Or EliMogen
Chapter 1: Meet the Dot
Clare's POV: "I wish Eli would get here already!" I screamed at Alli for no apparent reason. "I wish he would show up too!" she shrieked back at me with her wide grin stretched across her face. I looked around outside, but all I saw were people who simply looked like Eli. Disappointment almost swallowed me whole. Eli is 45 minutes late for the meeting I begged him to come to at the Dot. If he's figured out already that I plan to break up with him and he's avoiding me on purpose, I have no one to blame except Adam and myself; telling Adam such a huge secret will be the worst idea ever if it turns out that what I fear is true. I was still in my daydream state when I was abruptly snapped back to reality with Eli sitting in front of me. It seems that Adam is safe… for now.
"Hello, is anybody home? If not, someone should turn off the lights, because you're wasting electricity." Eli smirked. I giggled in a failed attempt to make things a little less awkward, and Eli's smirk morphed into a full-on grin. I smiled a bit embarrassed. How long had he been sitting there? Five, ten, fifteen minutes? Instead of sitting there like an idiot waiting for him to start the meeting I called him to, I finally decided to speak. "Yea, I'm here. Thanks for caring so much about my… internal electric bill?" His face relaxed and he answered me, "Good. I was starting to think you were totally spacing out on me." I answered quickly to refute his smart-ass comment, "Definitely not." Eli's joking grin returned,
"Well now that our little bit of awkward silence is over, what did you call me here to talk about?" My smile faltered, "Well Eli, I kind of wanted to talk to you about our relationship." I could almost feel the tension in the air as he slowly opened his mouth to speak. "What about it?" I responded, "Well, I thought for sure we had a strong connection. But lately, things have changed. You've been acting differently, which makes me act differently. And honestly Eli, I really hate your new disposition." I was glad he waited until I was finished to say anything, but when he finally did speak, it wasn't' exactly what I expected.
"So you're saying we should break up." He said it as a statement, instead of a question. I could only tell the truth at this point. "Yes, Eli. I think we should break up. But I also think we should still try to be friends. It would be a healthy thing for both of us. And just to let you know, if you go straight from this meeting into the arms of another girl, I wouldn't hold it against you. I feel, now of course, that this relationship could be nothing more than a growing experience for us. A little taste of what a serious relationship will be like for us later on in life. Even though I'm breaking up with you, I still do care about you Eli; all I want is for you to be happy. And I think that, for both of us to be happy, we should see other people." Eli's beautiful face was completely emotionless except for a small hint of confusion. We sat at our table for about 3 minutes, when he finally spoke.
"Okay. I completely agree with what you said. It would be healthy for us to see other people. This whole relationship could be a good growing experience for us. Oh, and that whole 'going straight from this relationship to another' thing is likewise for me too. I wouldn't hold it against you because I care about you too, Clare. I would give up anything for you to be happy. It's just too bad that what I have to give up is you." His emotionless façade slipped through his fingers as I saw the flood of emotions he was desperately trying to hide: Sadness mostly, but among the mask of sadness were some recessive emotions like pain, loss, (shockingly) a bit of fear, and there was even a small little bit of confusion left in him. But out of all those emotions never did I find any anger. Which I have to admit I was relieved about. Though I was still heavily confounded by the twinge of fear in his face. And the glints of pain, and hurt in his eyes made it almost feel like a crime for doing this to him.
But I knew I had to do this: for him, for me, and for us. Almost entirely for him though. I care about him so much; I just hope he can be happy one day. Hopefully, we can learn from this, move on with our lives, and become better people because of this experience. Hopefully we can stop being like this, and just go back to being friends like we were when we first met. Hopefully…